Sanctum.
From
waning buds
to fragrant blooms
withered blossoms
now renewed
amethyst petals
lace the ground…
Your words are
a ballad to
the
soul.
β’
From
waning buds
to fragrant blooms
withered blossoms
now renewed
amethyst petals
lace the ground…
Your words are
a ballad to
the
soul.
β’
Good afternoon friends!
Today, I just wanted to say hello…and to tell you all that I think you are amazingly wonderful. Why? Because each of you are so talented, unique, and beautiful in your own ways…and on top of that….you are definitely the coolest group of bloggers in the blogosphere.
With that said, I will leave you with a well-known but still one of my favorite Helen Keller quotes…
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart.”
With love,
Phoebe π
π
Beauty
weaved from
gossamer threads.
Passions florid
fed by
flames.
Strength
of diamonds-
loveliness undying.
You are a woman, exquisite.
β’
Dedicated to all whose compassion serves as a light in this world…
Shattered
like a vessel of alabaster
rent for its salve
she is an ointment
poured forth
upon bleeding souls
and wounded flesh
a river of compassion
forged with an oath
fueled by a vision
those hands of clay
guided by light
skillfully molded
with a wisdom
paid with a price.
Tendered
is this touch that
saves and soothes
comforts and mends
strength sustained
by the pulse of
a heart constrained
by its own calling
the candle within
softened by flame
its waxen tributary
a remembrance to
the joys and sorrows
gains and losses
moments treasured
in the care for mankind.
β